Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 594

Stella glanced at Ronald, her voice trailing off, "But Susie, she..."

Ronald cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Alright, what did you bring for Grandpa this time?"

He deftly shifted the conversation away from Susanna. Ronald knew that Hull would handle the Susanna situation; he was always good at reading Hull’s intentions. If they tried to intervene, Hull would likely be displeased.

"A teapot," Stella replied with a sigh. "You know that."

Ronald chuckled, knowing full well the finicky nature of the old man. "Will Grandpa even like what I got him?" Stell fretted, her brow furrowing at the thought.

Grandma was easy to please; she always seemed thrilled with whatever gift Stella brought. But Grandpa was a different story. He was notoriously picky, and he'd make it clear if he didn't like something. Ronald himself had been on the receiving end of Grandpa's blunt honesty before.

This time, Stella had returned from Portis City with gifts for everyone, each one carefully selected. Everyone was covered, except for the nagging worry that Grandpa might not appreciate his gift.

Ronald affectionately pinched her cheek, "Don't worry. Grandpa will love it."

"Really?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Ronald nodded confidently. "Hasn't he always liked what you’ve given him in the past?"

Stella paused, recalling past birthdays back in Ferrowland. Every year, Grandpa seemed genuinely pleased with her gifts.

"But do you think he'll be mad at me for being away so long?" Stella wondered aloud, her concern shifting.

Ronald smirked. "Afraid of getting scolded now? You should’ve thought of that before staying away so long."

Stella pouted, remaining silent, knowing full well the truth of his words.

But Ronald didn't coddle her this time. "If he scolds you, just listen."

Stella could only hope Grandpa wouldn't be too harsh on her.

Lottie, before marrying Ronald's father, had been an only child, doted on by her parents. They loved whatever she loved, and that affection extended to Stella, even though she wasn't Lottie’s biological daughter. Thanks to Lottie and Ronald's warm regard, her grandparents treated Stella like their own granddaughter.

Yvonne, too, adored Stella. They had spent time together at the Lugar Castle when Ronald was too busy to care for them. During that period, Grandma had been the epitome of kindness, although Grandpa had been strict with them both. He raised them as if they were his own grandchildren, even treating Stella and Yvonne like boys, with all the toughness that entailed. Yvonne could handle it, but Stella, more sensitive, would often end up in tears when Grandpa got stern.

The buzzing of Ronald's phone interrupted Stella's thoughts. He answered, "Hello?"

"Your sister's been kidnapped," Xander’s voice came through, laced with anger.